Sparks in the Dark

Love will drown me.

I try to walk this road without slipping in the water, but no matter how much I stay on the middle of the path the sounds of the waves beckon me to come to them.
I can stay focused for a little while and walk this long road but eventually I always turn back to the water.
People say that you pick your poison, and they aren't wrong, this world being only a thin fabric of reality and everybody choosing to be ignorant about the fact that we control our everyday lives and emotions just boggles somes minds.
I am overly aware of everything and I have already picked my poison.
The sweet words that roll off your tounge like honey but that will never be for me because you love bees. You can say that you don't, but I won't believe you anyway because, no one has ever told me the truth.
Your voice that plays like a sweet broken record, it drones on and on but I don't get tired of it no matter how many times I hear it scratch and skip.
The tears that you may shed that I do not know of because you will not show them to me. But I stand tall and stay here thinking about the falls that are just beyond my reach.
Mental and emotional clarity is all I need but everyone seems to skip over that part and seems only satisfied with the bodies physical needs.
I try to speak with my heart and yell with my soul so you may hear me screaming to you, but there is never an answer.
Maybe I am simply trying to connect with the wrong people, but I do not mind.
The poison I have picked is falling for your love sick ways, my own puppy love charade, my illusion of happy smiles and green and blue heart Purée.
No matter the songs, no matter the colors, no matter the facades they play.
I pick my poison and its you today. You kill me from the inside out, the pain erupting from my heart to my brain, everything tells me to run and get out, but here my soul wishes to stay.
Maybe I feel too much, and maybe I am just too deep hearted. I don't mind.
Its a pleasure being poisoned by you.